Deluded
This must be a delusion,
this must be insanity,
and I've come to the conclusion,
that my dreams are fantasy,
to be or not to be.
I look at all the puzzle pieces
that once fit so nicely together,
but the edges have decreased
to rounded clouds of stormy weather.
And I pray for some hope,
for some sight,
just to see the light...
A telescope won't help me see the North Star,
to find some guidance, to find my way home.
Oh God, won't you speak?
Blindness makes a beggar out of the best of us.
Begging, just begging to see the next step.
I guess that's where we get trust.
Or faith.
Am I insane?
These feelings bubbling in my chest
for the impossible remain.
I hear others speak in the voice that I have used
and it leaves me confused
because that's exactly how I ought to be.
Their warnings resound with my own;
a decision made by pros when someone knows the roads.
Yet repressed, undefeated.
I've regressed; I've conceded.
I've assessed my mental state but unable to explain.
Unable to address something I simply can't restrain.
This is feeling.
I might be deluded,
but I can't tell, 'cause I can't see.
In the meantime,
put one foot in front of the other
and dream.
this must be insanity,
and I've come to the conclusion,
that my dreams are fantasy,
to be or not to be.
I look at all the puzzle pieces
that once fit so nicely together,
but the edges have decreased
to rounded clouds of stormy weather.
And I pray for some hope,
for some sight,
just to see the light...
A telescope won't help me see the North Star,
to find some guidance, to find my way home.
Oh God, won't you speak?
Blindness makes a beggar out of the best of us.
Begging, just begging to see the next step.
I guess that's where we get trust.
Or faith.
Am I insane?
These feelings bubbling in my chest
for the impossible remain.
I hear others speak in the voice that I have used
and it leaves me confused
because that's exactly how I ought to be.
Their warnings resound with my own;
a decision made by pros when someone knows the roads.
Yet repressed, undefeated.
I've regressed; I've conceded.
I've assessed my mental state but unable to explain.
Unable to address something I simply can't restrain.
This is feeling.
I might be deluded,
but I can't tell, 'cause I can't see.
In the meantime,
put one foot in front of the other
and dream.
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